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10/04/19 Klammklang – Zurkas Tepla

Experimental radio play mixed by Zurkas Tepla. A sonic journey towards discovery of truth, courage and identity featuring Mister Rogers, Dominique Lawalrée, Pauline Oliveros, Marian Anderson and Vladimir Putin.

Mister Rogers sings a song looking at the camera:
What if I were very, very sad
And all I did was smile?
I wonder after a while
What might become of my sadness?
What if I were very, very angry,
And all I did was sit
And never think about it?
What might become of my anger?
Where would they go, and what would they do
If I couldn't let them out?
Maybe I'd fall, maybe get sick
Or doubt.

Dominique Lawalrée enters, accompanied by Pauline Oliveros.

"It bids farewell not only to the music of the 19th century but also to the system of polite morality of that age and its attendant institutionalized oppression of the female sex. The title refers to the operatic disc, Madame Butterfly by Giacomo Puccini, which was at hand in the studio at the time and which was spontaneously incorporated into the ongoing compositional mix."

But what if I could know the truth
And say just how I feel?
I think I'd learn a lot that's real
About freedom.
I'm learning to sing a sad song when I'm sad.
I'm learning to say I'm angry when I'm very mad.
I'm learning to shout,
I'm getting it out,
I'm happy, learning
Exactly how I feel inside of me
I'm learning to know the truth
I'm learning to tell the truth
Discovering truth will make me free.

Are you discovering truth about you? Well, I am still discovering truth about me. That is what we do as we keep growing in life.

On Christmas Day, December 25, 2009, Vic Chesnutt died from an overdose of muscle relaxants that had left him in a coma in an Athens hospital. He was 45 years of age. In his final interview, which aired on National Public Radio 24 days before his death, Chesnutt said that he had "attempted suicide three or four times. It didn't take."

According to him in the same interview, being "uninsurable" due to his quadriplegia, he was $50,000 in debt for his medical bills, and had been putting off a surgery for a year.

"And, I mean, I could die only because I cannot afford to go in there again. I don't want to die, especially just because of I don't have enough money to go in the hospital."

The courage of the coward
Is greater than all others
A scaredy-cat'll scratch 'im
If you back 'im in a corner
But I ,I ,I, I am a coward
I, I, I am a coward

Gérard Grisey - Vortex Temporum

Courage born of despair and impotence
Submissive dogs can
Lash out in fear and be
Very, very dangerous
But I ,I ,I, I am a coward
I, I, I am a coward

ELSE MARIE PADE - Lid&Lys

World War 2. After spitting at German troops marching through Nazi-occupied Arhus, she ran off, with a soldier in hot pursuit, until she lost him by hiding in her piano teacher’s house. Her teacher encouraged her to make a difference by joining the resistance. “We were a group of six women who were sent out to go into various German compounds to gather information and find out what was in there, so that saboteurs could come back and blast them in the air,” she recalls. “We made out as if we were a group of lost giggling girls who stood in the yard, [pretending] our socks had fallen down so we had to bend down and fix them [and get a proper look around].

“Usually it went really well,” she continues. “But we were shadowed all the time and then one morning there were knocks on all our doors. They caught the whole group and put us into Freslev prison camp. We knew very well what we had been doing. But it was not fun for the parents, because they did not know anything. Oh, it was ugly.”

The Danish prison camp was erected just inside the border in order to avoid the deportation of Danish political prisoners to Germany. Conditions for detainees were generally tolerable. “It was nota labour camp,” Pade asserts. “All you could do was sit there in isolation and with a total lack of any stimuli. No reading material, nothing.” As in her childhood, she was alone again listening to sounds. Compelled by the need to make musical works from the little she could hear, she devised a notational system on the prison walls and carved out notes with the metal buckle on her garters. “I nearly lost my head because i had of course sabotaged the Danish prison property with my notes! But it was OK”.

ABBA SOS
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good

Beak — welcome to the machine
Where have you been?
Sveta — Мне некуда идти, мне некуда бежать
Мне некуда идти, мне некуда бежать
Мне некуда идти, мне некуда бежать
Мне некуда идти, мне некуда бежать
Мне некуда идти, мне некуда бежать
Мне некуда идти, мне некуда бежать

Bright Eyes - If Winter Ends

Kaeb
There's nothing there for me
Far away she tells me
Taken so far from me
There's no one there

Oxbow

The point is this:
My numbers are always the right numbers
[Let's not fight]
On the clock, in the dock
It's just one simple fact
You are fucked
[No. Yes. Only if...]
Because the point is always this:

My numbers are my numbers
Unchangeable and unchanged

Деньги деньги все ты решаешь аах
Деньги деньги любить нам мешаешь
Деньги деньги все ты решаешь аах
Деньги деньги любить нам мешаешь

Different and the same
They are...irrefutably...beyond blame
[Nothing for me, thanks]

Marian Anderson, contralto, was denied the right to perform at Constitution Hall by the DAR because of her color. Instead, and at the urging of Eleanor Roosevelt, Harold Ickes permitted her to perform at the Lincoln Memorial on April 9, 1939.

Members of her church congregation raised funds for her to attend a music school for a year, and in 1955 she became the first African American singer to perform as a member of the Metropolitan Opera in New York City.

Putin plays the piano at Xi Jinping's residence.

Bill Clinton took to the stage at a White House Party on Thursday night - but this time it was music and not politics that he was his message. The leader picked up the saxophone in front of around 250 guests to celebrate the 90th birthday of the great jazz musician Lionel Hampton.

Putin closes the piano's lid laughing.
Charles Ives starts playing Largo.
Putin says: “Stop!”. Closes piano's lid again, laughs.

Jonwayne — Ooh, baby, don't stop me!

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